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| mallyapple19 | Dec 13 2016, 03:42 AM Post #171 |
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"So.......you have...two cats?" Casimir arched an eyebrow at her as he smirked, amused by this revelation. She just didn't seem like the animal type, not that he knew what to expect with her. "So... on top of being some kind of...for-hire mercenary, you're a crazy cat lady too?" His smirk evolved into a grin. "You just keep getting better and better, poor girl," he offered as he cleaned pots and pans. "I like this information sharing. We should keep doing this. I can't wait to hear whatever comes next," he teased as his phone started bouncing around the counter. He spared it a glance, but didn't reach for it. |
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| never_fade_away | Dec 13 2016, 04:35 AM Post #172 |
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Remy opened his mouth to reply but he was stopped abruptly as he felt her food slide up his thigh. He closed his mouth then as he clear his throat. Grinning over at her, his green eyes lit up a little as he leaned forward in obvious interest. "Now... what dis, boo?" He asked curiously. Slipping his hand under the table, he ran his palm down her foot, rubbing it up her calf, seeming to go along with it. Then with a sudden light in his eyes, he grabbed tightly and yanked her closer as he tickled her foot with his other hand. - "Yep. I like cats- they eat all of the rats around here. They're my best friends." Sin declared with a grin, snickering as he called her poor girl. "There's a whole bunch you don't know about me rich boy. I got layers... like an onion." It was hard to keep a straight face after that last line but she somehow exceeded. "Before I tell you anything else, however, I feel like youuuuu need to tell you something about yourself. All I know is that you're a rich boy who likes to cook instead of having a maid cook for you. Feels like the tables are uneven right now." She declared with a smirk as she ate another sticky bun happy. It was obvious to Casimir that this girl had quite the appetite on her. She wasn't one of those picky eaters, or those that survived on air alone; she most definitely loved her food and wasn't afraid to eat tons of it in front of other people. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Dec 13 2016, 04:47 AM Post #173 |
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Leila went to answer, wicked smirk on her lips, when he decided to turn the tables on her. She let out a rather undignified shriek, jerking her foot back as she felt his fingers go across the bottom. "Bibitte." ((Dick)) She mumbled, looking to him with a pout as she tried to wriggle her foot free while her shoulders shook with contained laughter. "Remmyyyyy.....let go!" She insisted, thinking it wasn't fair! She'd made him a nice breakfast and THIS was how he repaid her?! Oooohhh he was lucky he was damn cute... |
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| mallyapple19 | Dec 13 2016, 11:36 PM Post #174 |
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Casimir chuckled as he finished up, setting the pans out to dry before tossing the rag over his shoulder. "Alright... so what do you want to know?" He walked over to his laptop and thumbed through a few emails before shutting it and sliding it back on the counter. "I think we both know ABOUT the same information about each other, but I'm willing to divulge... a little bit anyways," he offered with a smile as he turned back to face her, leaning forward on the island. |
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| never_fade_away | Dec 14 2016, 02:50 AM Post #175 |
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Remy laughed before flashing Leila a rather devastatingly handsome grin. "Ye gotta say the magic word, boo." He taunted her, continuing to tickle her lightly, enjoying watching her squirm and laugh. "Den you need ta promise you ain't goan put no gree gree on ol' Remy now, yea?" He added on, thinking of all of the ways that she could get him back after this. - "Hmm..." Ambrosine hummed under her breath as she continued to eat happily, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she thought. Going through several different questions, she seemed to finally settle on one. "What do YOU do for a living? I know you said you're a chef, but you don't seem like you do that for a job. And you already know what I do for a living. Seems fair that I know how this rich boy gets his money." She smirked slightly over at him as she finished her last sticky bun. At the rate she was going, he wasn't going to have any left. |
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| mallyapple19 | Dec 14 2016, 03:11 AM Post #176 |
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Casimir smiled at her question. It was actually a good one. He had been expecting something silly ... like who he knew or who his family was. He was used to those kinds of questions, so her legitimate question threw him off a bit. "Well.... I'm a rich boy by birth," he said with a certain amount of perfectly portioned snottiness. "So thank you very much for assuming I WORKED for my money. Because I did not. At least not at first. Trust fund baby all the way." He grinned a bit as he cracked his neck. "However, once I got past my psychotic young adult phase... I started getting into investments and portfolios. I now proudly make all my snotty rich boy money on my own through a small venture firm with my name and face plastered all over it. Just the way we rich people like it." |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Dec 14 2016, 03:48 AM Post #177 |
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Leila made a face at him, squirming with a pout as he kept it up. "I know plenty of magic words, beb....gotta be more specifi--eek! Remy!" She squealed, trying to threaten him while being tickle tortured wasn't working out so well. She was making no such promises, instead Remy could probably she the gears spinning in her head. There would so be magical consequences for this.... |
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| never_fade_away | Dec 14 2016, 04:06 AM Post #178 |
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Casimir actually managed to make Sin laugh as she smirked over at him, very amused by his ridiculous answer and the way he played into his stereotype. Taking a drink of her milk (which was more like drink half of it in one gulp like a mannerless heathen), she rolled her eyes in response. "What a typical answer, I shouldn't be surprised after all. You rich people are all the same." She teased him. "Also, how old are you? I mean, with all the surgeries and magic you people use I could of seriously messed up last night. Knowing my luck you're like 70 or something." - "Ah-ah! You know which one I'm talkin' about, cher. Now you goan say dat magic word, yea? Ol' Remy wants ta hear it. Also, I'm still waiting on that promise. You ain't goan put no gree gree on me. I know you by now, boo. I know dat you is thinkin' about it." Remy spoke with a grin, seeing the wheels churning in her head. She was already thinking about her revenge and it wasn't going to be pretty either. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Dec 14 2016, 04:30 AM Post #179 |
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Leila bit her lip, forcing herself to retain both his request and her laughter. Oh he was something else, thinking he'd get off scott free for this. She narrowed her gaze, before a smirk appeared on her lips. Suddenly, Remy wasn't at the table any more. His chair had mysteriously vanished! Now, how in the world did THAT happen. As he thunked his ass onto her tile floor she snatched her foot back, laughing her ass off. "So that word...it was please, yea?" She teased him, grinning as she leaned out of her chair a bit to see him better. Hey, he said no gree gree on him...never said anything about the chair. |
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| mallyapple19 | Dec 14 2016, 04:44 AM Post #180 |
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"Uhhh, yes, we are, thank you very much. I'd appreciate it if you did NOT try to keep singling me out. We like to be objectified and grouped together, usually by income level... so... please stop trying to treat me like a unique snowflake, thank you," Casimir corrected her before smirking a bit. He stood up straight and looked down at himself. "I mean....does age REALLY matter?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow. "I mean... 70, 55, it's all the same, right? If you can't tell the difference.... I kind of think that plays into my appeal," he offered as he moved around the island and grabbed a sticky bun off the plate. "Keeps you guessing. On your toes," he said, winking as he walked past her and headed toward the stairwell. |
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